The weekly sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1886-1887, 1887-04-28


hundred yards distant, flows the
mighty Yadkin river-to the west,
nearly, is Hogan's Creek, and to the
east, at no great distance, the Ararat
river empties into the Yadkin. On
the large peninsula enclosed by these
three waters, are some 800 acres of the
finest bottom land in most perfect cul-
tivation, mostly planted with tobacco,
the plants all standing strong and
straight and at even distances like a
large army of soldiers. OF course
there was done some swimming and
fishing here, large catfish being espe-
cially noticeable about the mouth of
Hogan's Creek. And bere NAV
follow the little story connected with
this creek, which accounts for its name.
In olden times, when this part of the
land was yet quite wild and uninhab.
tied, there came two hunters from a
distant little settlement and encamped
on the banks of this creek near its
mouth. Here one day they met a
large bear, and fought him with the
result that one of the men got so badly
cut up as to be left by his companion
for dead. He was not dead, however.
only he could not move. This mans
name was Hogan. There came a deer
to drink from the creek, and Hogan,
with his pistol, succeeded in LAYING
him low. In that way he supported
himself, gathered strength by degrees,
and at last succeeded in making his
way back to the esettlement,w where he had
been considered dead since long while.
As stories are in order, will men
ton another one, of a very different
character, that impressed me much.
| heard If here, as having occurred
also in this neighborhood. Here it is !:
A good old Moravian minister, Bro.
Zevely, by name, was one day riding
along through this country. In pass
ing he beheld a man heating up his
still to make whiskey. Without stop
ping the good brother called out to
the man in an earnest and impressive
manner: "Shove in the wood and
make Hell hotter" This was all.
The sequel of the story may have
never become known to the good old
minister, but here it comes: The man
thus spoken to dropped what he held
In his hands and went to his house,
where he sat for long time medita-
ting deeply and earnestly. At last he
said: "Wife, 1 have put the last log
under that stillp' And so there was
one still the less for it.
AS the weather had been so very
damp and rainy we decided the next
day on the Ma or's advice to take the
so-called upper road" viz: the road
to Dobson. This proved to be a very
lovely road-all through magnificent
woods, but nothing of special interest
except an occasional glimpse of the
Blue Mountains, until we came to the
large and beautiful Fishers river.
This, like all these rivers, comes down
powerfully and with swiftness from its
Blue Mountain home. The weather
had turned beautiful, and as we came
to the fine river about 10 in the morn
ing the scene was charming and lovely
indeed. Here the bright sunlight was
falling in long, s,anting streaks
through the majestic dome of fresh
green leaves; there it was reflected
from them and making them glitter
like a sea of pearls and sapphires.
Then there was. the broad river itself
a waving, ripping sea of transparent
crystal strewn over by numberless,
ever-revolving, ever-changing crests OF
silver chased -withal, most perfect
solitude; no sound of any human be-
ing far and near-but no! here came
our two friends with the lean horse
and the weak buggy, just in time ''to
assist us, as they kindly offered, in
crossing the river. We acknowledged
the kindness that prompted them to
offer their assistance, but as we take a
pride in knowing how to deal with riv
ers, and in fact find a great part OF
our pleasure in rivers we decline and
effect the crossing in our own way
Here my son caught number OF
fish, whilst | admired some beautiful
butterflies that futtered in the sun.
shine above the white sand near the
waters edge. There were especially
two kinds which | admired, the one
had never seen before, but saw otter
again on this trip. The body and the
part of the wings near the body was
of deep black blue, becoming lighter
until it melted into a broad bright
band which surrounded all four wings
and was of color between bronze and
gold-very shiny and glittering IN the
sun. The ether kind was ali old ac
quaintance from times of boyhood, the
SO called admiral butterfly, from bear
ing on its neither wing very cleal
and distinct figure s. Altogether
also very beautiful insect, though
somewhat less snowy than the first
one. Looking at these things of beau
ty, listening the while to the peaceful
yet busy ripping of the fine river, one